i wanted to add *giggles* but

anonymous asked:

Hey, would you mind doing a RFA + V and Unknown reacting to a super ticklish MC? I know there are many of us out there aha! PS: I really love your blog; it makes me super happy to read through everything. You brighten my day!! ^-^

|▽//) Thank you so much anon. You brighten my day with requests that’s for sure. I didn’t add in V and Unknown because I wasn’t quite inspired by them for this. But I hope you enjoy!


Yoosung

  • he was watching you play Dark Souls III
    • doesn’t want to play it because the rage would be too intense
  • and you so close to killing Pontiff Sulyvahn (after the umpteenth time)
  • Yoosung was cheering you on but it was getting to be an intense fight
  • his hand just darts to your knee for stability
  • he doesn’t expect you start to giggling or even pull your body away from them
  • when you finally kill the boss you two are sighing in relief
  • “MC why were you laughing earlier???”
  • confused nugget
  • when you explain to him that you’re kind of ticklish
  • he’s pretty respectful of that because he can be a bit ticklish too
  • more conscious of when he touches you now because he doesn’t want to trigger a laughing fit that he can’t stop
  •  but he can’t help himself sometimes
  • he’ll put his fingertips on your knee and spread his fingers out like there’s a spider on it or something
  • you can’t help but giggle and try to pull your limbs close to your body
    • “stOP”

Jaehee

  • you were trying to make Jaehee smile so you tried to tickle her sides
  • but this gelato ain’t moving a muscle
  • -_-
  • doesn’t understand WHY you’re doing it but for fun, she just tickled one of your sides
  • and you SNORT
  • it was barely a tickle, more like a brush
  • and you lose your mind???
  • JAehee will remember this
  • whenever she wants you to do something like clean up your mess or do the dishes
  • she threatens you with tickling
  • the first time you had the audacity to call her out on her shit
  • so she tickles your sides none stop and you burst into laughter
  • it got so intense you were on the floor, crying for her to stop
  • now if she asks you to do something, YOU DO IT

Zen

  • it all started with a perfect night 
  • which for you two is sitting on the couch with a cozy blanket and a good set of movies to binge
  • during one of the more romantic movies, Zen wanted to smooch you (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • so he gazed into your eyes
  • but the moment he tucks some hair behind your ear and leans in,
  • you giggle and flinch back
  • it takes him a second but he gets this really cheeky smile
  • “Are you…ticklish? ( ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ) ”
  • NO YOUR ANSWER IS NO
  • OR ELSE ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE AND YOU WON’T HEAR THE END OF IT
  • oh no he’s going for your ears again
  • you cover them but he bamboozles you and goes straight for your exposed sides
  • you’re yelling at him to stop in between your snorts and giggles
  • it gets kind of embarrassing when one his neighbors knocks to inquire about some disturbing noises

Jumin

  • you were just pleasantly sitting on the floor, playing with Elizabeth 3rd with your donut
  • at one point  he can’t stop staring at you because you were so spectacular
  • your neck was exposed, practically calling his name
  • so he did something bold and kissed your neck
  • IMMEDIATELY you retreat your head between your shoulders while giggling
  • very confused donut
  • you decide to fuck yourself over and tell him how ticklish you are, especially the neck
  • “Interesting…” was all he said
  • w-what’s interesting? WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?
  • when you least suspect it, he tickles you
  • you think he’s asleep when he’s spooning you?
  • nope he just tickles your stomach
  • while you’re chatting up people at an RFA party, he’ll come up from behind you and place his hands close to your neck
    •   ヘ(。□°)ヘ
  • you’re at home minding your own damn business he’ll just be like “MC hold still”
  • you do as you’re told but his hand is going straight for your neck and you just pull your shirt to your chin

707

  • you knew how merciless Seven could be
  • even in the tickling department
  • one time he tickled Yoosung until he started to hyperventilate
  • lord knows what would happen to you and your ticklish self
  • his smallest touches you refrain from any giggle or snort
  • but d-day came faster than you would have liked
  • you two were sitting on the couch just watching TV
  • and he pulls you in by the waist to cuddle with him but you let the giggle slip out
  • he’s looking at you
  • you’re looking at him
  • FUCK
  • he leans in closer like a cat ready to pounce
  • i-i goT TO GET OUTTA HERE!!!
  • you jump off the couch to run to the bedroom but he fucking tackles you down
  • AND THERE’S NO MERCY
  • he goes straight for your armpits and you can’t stop laughing
  • you’re in T E A R S
  • “MERCY!!!”
  • but this jellybean is having the time of his life
  • HE’S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY
  • you’re just a tearing potato with flailing limbs
  • one of your hands hits Seven in his jaw during the crossfire
  • he stops because he accidently bite his tongue and you freak out
  • but it ends in laughter ^^

Mmm u kno what my kink is?????
A dance au but like, Damen is the one who does ballet and Laurent dances hip hop,,,.,,..,nice

OMG

•Damen is a children’s dance instructor
•Laurent is a 19yr old “rebel” who is just trying to express himself
•Laurent really likes and appreciates rap and hip hop and enjoys the freedom of emotion and expression in such quick rhythms
•Laurent use to do ballet but now won’t even fucking touch it cause his uncle was also his instructor
•OMG AWWW okay Damen likes Laurent a lot after seeing him dance and he’s like “you know I can tell from how u dance u used to do ballet”
• and Laurent is like “wtf get away from me u klutz”
•and Damen tries to get Laurent to join his teen/young adult classes cause he has some real talent and Laurent is just NO
•and Damen disses hip hop as an argument to try and get Laurent to join
•now Laurent is pissed and starts to give damen a whole history lesson on the dance style and how ballet is pointless and Damen couldn’t do a single cool move if he tried
•And then damen is like “alright if I can do a ‘single cool move’ then you gotta join my dance class”
•Laurent agrees, ready to laugh his ass of except
• Damen fuckkng snnddbx ACTUALLY DANCES THAT STYLE and he’s a bit rusty cause he hadn’t done it in yrs but he did used to dance tht style as a teenager
•Laurent is SHOOK and also super pissed but he can’t go back on his word
•idk man
•DAMEN AND HIS BIG DICK IN TIGHTS ByE 👋🏽 LAURENT U FUCKED

The Lonely Tree (Part 9)

Word Count: 723

Summary: You and Bucky help Steve with his new sketchbook assignment.

Warnings: Uhhhh flirtatious Bucky Barnes… seriously brace yourselves

A/N: Section 9.5 will be out Thursday featuring the second half of the assignment and Nat! Yay!

Catch up Here!

Originally posted by tarjeisandviks

Sketchbook Assignment 12: Now that you’ve gotten used to accurately capturing the human form, focus on interactions. At least two sketches of two people interacting in each, one in motion, one at rest. Platonic interactions only for this one, please.

“I wonder what happened to make him add that last part,” you mused with a giggle, passing the paper to Bucky who snorted when he finished reading.

“Oh, I think you know exactly what happened. Where do you want us, Steve?”

“Umm…” Steve looked up from his sketchbook absently, scanning the room quickly and offering up a helpless shrug.

“Okay, well, that’s no help. Are we in motion or at rest?” you asked.

“I vote at rest. I want to take a nap.”

“We won’t be interacting if you’re taking a nap, Bucky.”

“Sure we will. You can nap with me, or is Steve your designated nap buddy?” There was a dangerous smirk on his face now, and Steve cleared his throat in warning.

“In motion,” he said decisively. “How about a waltz, Buck? Make your parents proud, and show off those dancing lessons.”

“Don’t even pretend you didn’t have to take those too, punk,” Bucky grumbled, snatching your hand and pulling you into place. “You ready, dollface?”

“Dollface? My goodness, do I finally get to witness that famous Bucky Barnes charm?” you teased as he led you into a basic waltz.

“I think you can handle it now. I didn’t want to turn it on too early and overwhelm you.”

“That’s very kind of you,” you said with an amused smile.

“I try,” he laughed, smiling back.

“Have you convinced that one girl to go out with you yet? From your history class? Or have you moved on?” Steve questioned pointedly, interrupting the harmless flirting that was churning his stomach.

“Uhhh, no, but thank you for so kindly bringing that up.”

“Bucky Barnes is having lady troubles?” you gasped mockingly, ignoring the glare he shot you.

No,” he insisted.

“That’s what it sounds like to me. I thought you had game, Buck!”

“I do have game, thank you very much! I haven’t really been trying all that much.”

“Yeah, okay. Come on, then. Lay it on me.” You raised your eyebrows at him in a silent challenge.

“Well, that plan backfired,” Steve whispered to himself as his two best friends stared each other down.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“You’re stalling,” you said in a singsong voice.

“Fine,” Bucky said with a smirk, shifting his grip on you to pull you slightly away from him and lead you into a series of quick spins before yanking you back towards him, holding you tightly against his chest.

Still dizzy from the spinning, you reached up for his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Wanna get out of here, doll?” Bucky whispered, his lips brushing ever so slightly against your ear.

You shook your head with an incredulous laugh as Bucky pulled away from you, resuming the casual waltz of a few moments ago.

“Alright, fine, you’ve got game,” you admitted, and out of the corner of your eye you saw Steve shifting uncomfortably in his chair. “You could never score with me, but you’ve got game.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I wasn’t looking to score with you,” Bucky laughed, sneaking a glance over at Steve. “Although I have to ask why exactly that would be. You have your eye on someone?”

“Hah! Like I’d tell you if I did,” you scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I’m a very trustworthy person! Isn’t that right Steve?”

“Absolutely not,” Steve mumbled absently, eyes fixed determinedly on the sketch in front of him.

“You wound me.”

“Incidentally, you are not my type. Sorry, sweetheart,” you said with an enigmatic smile.

“Oh, yeah? And what is your type exactly?” Bucky asked, catching Steve’s eye over your shoulder and winking at him.

“Steve Buscemi,” you answered promptly, breaking into a dazzling smile when you heard Steve let out a surprised laugh while Bucky scrunched up his face in confusion and disgust.

“The real Steve Buscemi or the fake Steve Buscemi?” Steve asked with a smile, looking up at you with eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Don’t ask questions you aren’t prepared to hear the answers to,” you teased.

“What am I missing here? Guys? Why are you laughing?”


Part 9.5 


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For: Two Anons

Imagine: Being caught accidently cuddling with Eric.

Part two to this imagine: x

Tris’ POV

“Zeke, I don’t think we should be doing this,” I say as Zeke goes to open Eric and Y/N’s door. Poor Y/N was forced to share a room with Eric, the two of them hate each other and he probably made the girl sleep on the floor.

“Quit being so stiff Tris,” Shauna giggles, “We just want to make sure Y/N’s okay.”

“Four isn’t even as uptight as you,” Zeke adds, and Tobias rolls his eyes.

“Fine,” I groan.

Zeke slowly opens the door and tiptoes in, Shauna follows after him. They look confused for a moment, but the confusion is soon followed by utter shock. Tobias and I exchange a worried glance and push past Zeke and Shauna, as soon as I see what they others had seen my jaw drops in shock.

Y/N’s POV

You sigh, trying to force yourself to wake up, but you’re so damn comfortable and warm. You snuggle closer to whatever is beside you, wait a second, what happened last night?! You quickly open your eyes and see a man’s chest, right next to your face; you tilt your head up and Eric’s Godly jaw-line. You try to scoot away but his muscular arm is holding you down and close to him, and frankly, you don’t really want to move away. Your legs are tangled around each other’s and the blanket has slightly slid off, leaving you in one of the most comfortable sleeping positions.

You look back up at Eric’s face and smile, he looks so peaceful. He yawns, and slightly opens his eyes, he’s so cute, Wait what the fuck am I saying?! He finally opens his eyes fully and looks at you, his face is overcome with confusion for a moment, but then he just goes with it, pulling you closer and smiling, “Good morning muffin.”

For some reason, the nickname doesn’t actually bother you for once and you smile back, “Morning.”  

That’s when you hear a burst of laughter coming from the doorway, you and Eric both turn around and see Zeke, red-faced and crying from laughter. Shauna is laugh along, and Four and Tris stand there is shock and confusion. Eric curses under his breath and quickly gets out of bed, “Get out.”

“Eric’s going soft!” Shauna mocks, and Zeke laughs harder.

Eric narrows his eyes, “Get the fuck out.”

You’re surprised that Eric has lost his shit yet, you on the other hand want to curl up into a little ball and disappear, Zeke and Shauna will never let you live this down.

“Alright, alright, we’re leaving, bye muffin,” Zeke teases, making kissing noises, before leaving. The others follow him, before leaving, Tris gives you one last disturbed look, and then they’re gone. Eric turns back to you; all signs of peacefulness are gone.

“Alright, you get out too!” Eric tries to keep up his usual hateful act, but for some reason, now it seems like nothing but an act. Maybe Eric isn’t that bad.

Part 3

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

Hidden in Shadow Part Two

General Hux x Reader (Not much in this chapter but it’ll get there!), Brother Kylo Ren x Sister Reader, Father Han Solo x Daughter Reader

A/N: I hate Hux. I mean, obviously I don’t hate him, but yeah, I hate him. There isn’t much Hux in this part, but it’s because I wanted to add a little of the Solo family!


Your light, melodic laughter filled the air around you. It was echoed by a happy groan from the beast you were hanging off of. He had you in a hug of sorts, showing his affection through the contact.

“Shh,” you hushed him, trying (and failing) to conceal your giggles. “You have to be quiet or daddy will find out.”

“I’ll find out what?” A familiar voice asked, your little lips forming an ‘o’.

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gleelover1  asked:

I should tell you about the circus but also I wanna hear about your day ms bean cuz i missed you I miss you beans when we're not talking #i am a needy affectionate human sorry

YES!!! Please do! Tell me all about the trip to the circus!!

Come Back: NEYMAR

(Lol I found this on my old laptop. what you guys think of my imagines? Could I improve them in anyway? Please let me know x)

“H-Hi Y/N” Neymar stuttered, smiling to reveal his braces and wonky teeth. I always loved his smile; crooked or not.

“Hey Neymar” I blushed, shoving my thick-framed oblong glasses further up the bridge of my nose. I slammed my locker shut and began to walk beside him on our way to class.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to the library and study for our physics exam after school. Only if you want to of course. I mean you don’t have to but I would like it if you do because I enjoy your company. Ugh. No. I mean-“

“I would love to” I giggled, interrupting his nervous rant. He always gets teased for stuttering and fumbling his words, but I think his shyness is adorable and find that it adds on to his amazing character.

Neymar and I have been best friends since his first day at our school, after transferring on scholarship. He was sitting alone at lunch, being teased for his acne and braces by the local bullies. I gathered up every sense of confidence I had and approached him, asking if I could sit at his table. We hit it off instantly, bonding over our family’s mutual financial struggles and have been close ever since. Together, we endure the repercussions of being nerds and stand up for each other in the face of bullying.

Just like we’re doing right now.

 “Hey metal mouth! Poverty girl” Willis, the schools biggest bully laughed in Neymar’s face and nodded in my direction.

“Do my homework” He laughed, slamming the sheet of paper into Neymar’s chest.

“No” My best friend protested and the blonde jock glared at him, tapering his eyes into thin and frosty slits. With a single shove to the chest, Willis sent Neymar flying into the pavement and his books scattered all over the place. People didn’t stop. They just trampled over them like a stampede.

“Ow” Neymar whispered, looking down in embarrassment as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Leave him alone Willis!” I demanded and the bully laughed, snatching my glasses off my nose and crushing them beneath the sole of his shoe.

“Stop!” I cried, tears gushing down my face at the sight of the tiny shards of glass. He had practically stomped them to dust. Willis must have found something amusing in a pair of broken glasses, because he and the rest of his jerk friends began laughing themselves breathless.

“I have to go and skip class. Do my homework and get some lives, nerds” He smirked cruelly, strolling away with his little group of mindless followers in tow.

 “Are you okay?” Neymar asked, steadying me up and frowning down at the shattered glass in my palms. They cost my parents a month worth of pay.

“Don’t cry Y/N. We have each other and that’s all we need” He soothed, hugging me tightly and ignoring the useless insults of passer byers.  

____________________________________________________________

“Neymar, you have to promise me something” I sighed, following his leadership all the way home. I was as blind as a bat without my glasses, and he was helping walk home without getting myself killed.

“Anything Y/N” He vowed, taking my hand to help me cross the road.

“Never forget me. Even when you do become famous” I sniffled.

Neymar has an incredible talent for football. He’s so fast and skilled on his feet, and he’s played some of the best young games our town has ever seen. He’s been promised contracts by several big clubs, but his parents want him to finish school before he commits to something as controversial as fame.

“I could never forget you Y/N. You’re too incredible to just forget. You’ll always have a special place in my heart, no matter where fame takes me” I could faintly make out his skinny frame in front of me, seeing a watery blur of his dark skin tone, white shirt and sparkly silver braces.

“You have to promise me Neymar. Too many people let me down” I sobbed and he gripped my shoulders, tilting my chin to face what I presumed to be him.

“And I won’t be one of them Y/N. I promise” He whispered, yanking me into a bone crushing hug.

~7 YEARS LATER~

I ripped the curtains of my bedroom open, revealing the hustle and bustle of Sao Paulo. I’d love to break free from this city and leave behind the bad memories that lay embedded in its soil. But money rules the world these days and if you don’t have much of it, all you can do is dream and do whatever you can to scrape by.

With a steaming mug of tea in my hands, I sat on the couch in the living room and glared at my University textbooks on the coffee table. I’ve been trying to pursue a career in law ever since I was a girl, but so many things are constantly holding me back from low self-esteem to money troubles. But, what takes the cake, is people forgetting promises and leaving me behind.

While a young woman my age is learning how to love, I’m learning how to not get attached. No one ever sticks around for long, lover or not, these days. I’m like a poorly written book with a fantastic plot-line. People get excited but just toss me aside when it gets boring.

I find myself wondering if my life is worth living, especially when nobody wants to be a part of it.

When my mug was empty, I knew it was time to stop my pity party and get ready for class. Dragging myself through a shower, I threw on some skinny jeans, a white shirt and Doc Martens. Just like I do every other old day.

The elevator sung as the doors flew open. I stepped in shyly, slipping next to a man and pressing for the lobby. The air was thick and awkward and I couldn’t help but choke on it.

“I’m famous” he blurted suddenly. I kept my glance down at the burgundy carpet and stifled my itching laughter. What a jack ass. If he’s so famous why does he have to tell people? Wouldn’t they be able to figure it out for themselves?

“And I still came back baby. I promised you were too incredible to forget”

No.

It can’t be. 

Works Everytime (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: Could I please have a s,tut with y/n and peter quill having a pickup line contest until it starts getting touchy feely. (Ps could you please add a hand job for giggles c: I love your work btw

Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), hand job for giggles, tiny bit of dirty talk, peter calls reader a slut (but only once it’s okay)

Words: 1906

all these pick up lines are extremely cheesy and i want to die but enjoy lol

*****

“Did you sit in a pile of sugar? ‘Cause you have a sweet ass,” Peter comments, still pacing around the bunk like a mad person while you’re sat crisscross on his bed. Surprisingly, it’s not his worst one yet.

“Well, you’re slowly getting better,” you tell him, not looking up from his old, beat up Rubik’s cube that you’re struggling to solve.

For the past few days, Quill has been “testing” his infamous pick-up lines on you. They were all extremely lame and you’re honestly quite amazed that they worked on anyone ever.

It all goes back to when you guys were hitting up the local bar. Peter was doing his usual business of being completely skeevy. He’d spotted a girl he’d found particularly attractive and, keep in mind that these were from his tellings, apparently she was eyeing him pretty hard too. However, when he’d finally gone up to her and delved into his inner library of lines, she threw a drink in his face. You felt more bad that you weren’t there to see it rather than for the man himself. Although, you didn’t hesitate to bust out laughing when he came up to you drenched in pungent alcohol with a tiny, pink umbrella stuck in his hair and a sour expression.

Peter tried his luck again a day or so later and, while there were no tossing of drinks, he was deafeningly bitched out by a girl to the point where he physically had to leave the bar so she would stop. That was pretty awesome too.

Only thing was, it had completely crushed the deep faith he had in himself to be able to pick up chicks. That combined with him being sex-deprived was making him 10x more annoying and bitchy than usual. He would rant about how he swore he was cursed or something, but you reminded him that not every woman is always dumb and/or drunk enough to fall for his shit. Yet, that didn’t satisfy him and back in reality, he was still being just a tiny bit deranged.

“That’s bullshit. These are golden, like, you should really be writing these down,” he declares, half serious about his statement.

“Uh-huh, anyways…” You’re more focused on completing the cube to care about this whole situation. Any other person would be able to move on with their life but, for men with an ego like Peter’s, this was an utter travesty.

“I’m serious, (Y/N), these are great.”

“Mhmm.”

“What?” he asks incredulously, “You think you could do better?”

“Honestly? Yes.” Anything you could churn out would be better than what he’s delivering.

“Alright, go ahead. Hit me with one,” he eggs you on. Since Quill is obviously hellbent on not letting this go, you toss the cube to the side. You pause for a moment before meeting his eyes in what you hoped resembled a sexy gaze.

“Are you a racehorse? ‘Cause when I ride you, you’ll always finish first.” You want to cringe at your own words, but you remain confident.

“Not bad for a rookie,” he shrugs, moving to sit next to you on the bed. “But, (Y/N), lemme ask you a question: do you have a mirror in your pocket?”

“I don’t think so, why?” you say sarcastically, indulging him. Peter leans in close, his face only inches from yours. He lowers his eyes sinfully and lets his voice drop an octave as he speaks.

“Because I see myself in your pants.” There something in the air that shifts and tells you to push it further, so you let your hand rest high on his upper thigh, feeling his body heat radiating through his pant leg. His eyebrow quirks and his stare is hard, almost entirely not blinking. Your faces are incredibly close to the point where you suddenly have the urge to feel his mouth on yours. However, you’re more desperate to win this little contest.

“What are you doing tonight? Besides me?”

“Your clothes would look even better on my floor,” he shoots back.

“I wish you were soap so I could feel you all over me,” you remark slyly.

“Babe, are you an elevator? ‘Cause I want to go down on you.”

This back and forth goes on for a little longer until you decide to kick it up a notch. Your warm hand drifts slowly from his thigh to his slight bulge, letting your hand massage it gently. He maintains eye contact, but his eyes flutter slightly and you feel a puff of air fan against your face from his soft exhale. Your eyes automatically follow his tongue as it swipes at the corner of his mouth.

“Are you the delivery man?” you whisper, snapping the button open on his pants and dragging the zipper down slowly. Your fingers trace the v-line that’s etched into his hips before letting them slip past the waistband of his boxers, ultimately closing them around his undeniably hard cock. “Cause I think you have a package for me.”

Peter barely has time to smirk at your stupid words because you’ve begun stroking him mildly. Freeing him from his pants and underwear, you run your thumb over his tip, collecting the glistening pearl of pre-cum as a lubricant. His chest heaves up and down at a steady pace, his muscles clearly defined through the fabric of his shirt.

“You dirty cheater,” he says with a breathy chuckle. You bite down on your bottom lip, doing your best to hide your satisfaction. The light, almost whiny curses that fall from his lips are foreign and new to you. It wasn’t like you’d never heard him say “fuck” before, but it was either in an angry or joking tone. The way he muttered it under his breath followed by a low grunt spoke a thousand more words and they all said sex. “Shit, (Y/N).”

Picking up the speed, he groans and throws his head back. You take the opportunity to kiss his neck, leaving small bites and licks on his skin. With your free hand, you run your fingers through his hair and watch his fists clench in the sheets beneath you, his knuckles almost white and his eyebrows knit together. He’s a panting mess and, within moments, you feel him thicken in your palm. His jaw clenches and a grunt erupts from the back of his throat. Hot, stickiness coats the back of your hand and wrist and you feel yourself grow heated at the sight of him so unraveled.  

The hand of his that isn’t tangled in the sheets is balled in the fabric of your shirt that covers your lower back. When he finally relaxes, he slumps back against the bed with his cheeks a lovely shade of crimson. You kiss his jaw sweetly, get up to grab a random piece of cloth off the floor to wipe the sign of his pleasure off your skin. In some way, you feel victorious and smirk to yourself as the image of him coming undone replays in your mind. But that feeling of triumph is replaced with a slight fear as your hips are rapidly gripped and you’re thrown onto the bed like a football through a field goal.

“You wanna play nasty, huh?” Peter asks, gritting the words through his teeth as he tears through your layers. Your cotton shorts are ripped past your thighs so fast it leaves a bit of a burning sensation. He’s quick to remove your panties as well, the action taking mere seconds and spreads your legs aggressively. There’s something about his primal assertiveness that drives you 50 shades of crazy and you shiver as the cool air hits your core.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he mutters more to himself than you, for you can barely hear the words.

With one final, sinful wink, he buries his face between your legs. Your back immediately arches off the mattress as you take a sharp intake of breath. His tongue rolls against your core like a wave crashing against the shore, then slips it inside your heat forcing you to pull at your own messed hair. All you can manage are incoherent whimpers and whines and you could swear your eyes almost cross. His own devilish eyes meet yours, holding your gaze until you give up to throw your head against the pillow. It feels incredible, your body already beginning to twitch. Your legs threaten to close but he’s stronger and holds them in place, letting his fingers dig deep into your skin in order to do so.

“Fuck, just like that… Oh my God,” you groan, licking your lips.

Peter works you over a little longer until your body tightens, then you shudder all together. A warmth runs through your veins and an explosion is set off in your lower stomach. But he isn’t done with you yet.

Quill deftly pushes two fingers inside your wetness, filling you to his knuckle and wraps his lips around your clit. Your hips threaten to buck upwards, but he somehow manages to hold you still. Curling another finger inside you, he holds your leg up over his shoulder to get a better angle on your g-spot and strokes it with each pump of his fingers. You come again, a lot quicker than last time and you can’t help thinking ‘damn, he’s good.’

“You like that? Like me fucking you with my fingers?” he asks, knowing the answer by your pleasantly contorted expression. “Bet you want my cock instead.” You nod, letting your nails dig into his shoulder and your fingers pull at his hair.

Your calling his name over and over like it’s a damn prayer. Even though you probably should, you don’t care who hears it. Because now, you’re working on your third orgasm. Your body’s a quivering mess and every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. And- oh! There it is again!

He helps you ride it out, letting you roll yourself against his face and you’re breathless once you’ve returned from your high. Your body feels like goo, as if you could melt right into the mattress. You don’t feel Quill slide up next to you until you feel his lips press against the corner of your jaw and, without looking at him, you can feel that his cockiness is back in full effect.

“Little slut likes her pussy eaten, huh? How many times did you come, baby?” he asks, arrogance dripping with each word. His grin is especially evident against your skin and you almost want to smack it off of him. But, for some reason, you’re grinning too.

“Shut up,” you order breathlessly whilst trying to manage the mass of mess that is your hair.  His hands wander under your shirt, trailing up to cup your breast. If it was even possible, he grins even wider when he feels you have no bra on and rolls your sensitive nipple between his fingers. Your back raises ever so slightly as he pulls at the soft bud, heat threatening to pool between your legs once more.

“C’mon, tell me.”

“Three,” you answer, you voice much more breathier and whiny than you anticipated. “You happy now, Star Lord?”

“Mhmm, told you those lines are golden,” he brags, not too long after sucking a deep mark on the spot below your ear that you know someone will blatantly point out later. “Works everytime.”

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3.16.17

So many LOL moments at myself during today’s workout. Hey. If you better be able to laugh at yourself, right? First, was me trying to figure out how to use this new Fitbit. Um. Pretty different than the Charge HR. I wanted it to track the difference between my circuit training portion and my interval portion the same workout but I had to add separate them. Ok. Fine. I guess. Second, um, the GPS tried to track my treadmill workout so it pretty much just says my pace about as fast as if I was walking backwards, ha ha. I ended up at 1.25 miles in total. NOT .15 miles like the read-out says. And, finally. Oh, finally. The music Pandora graced me with was definitely giggle worthy.

Good workout day :D

A Little Help From My Friends

REQUESTED BY:  @superlogancooper

PAIRING: Peter ParkerxReader

AUTHOR: http://faerose-86.tumblr.com/

PROMPT: * “Can you do a short where the reader is dating Spider-Man and he finds out about some bullies at her school then gets the entire squad of Avengers to show up?  I just want to see what Tom Holland’s overprotective!Spider-Man would look like!”*

*And my parents always took me for ice cream when I’d had a crap day at school so I had to add it!*

PSA: BULLYING SUCKS! DON’T DO IT!

Originally posted by marveldcuniv3rse

Originally posted by kittyhan

“Hey, Peter!” Y/N smiled, pushing her bag into the locker.

She giggled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight.

“Hey to you, too,” he laughed, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Oh, my god! Get a room, nerds!” a girl shouted from behind them as her friends laughed, and Peter noticed Y/N’s face drop a little.

The bell rang and she untangled herself from him, holding her books tight.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” she muttered, glancing up at the group of girls before hurrying away.

Peter followed her gaze to the group as they walked away. He made sure he remembered their faces – because he didn’t want to forget anyone who upset Y/N.

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I know you’re probably sleeping
But fuck I miss you so much
I miss every little thing about you
When I close my eyes
I remember everything about you
The way you smile
With one side of your mouth first
The way you close your eyes
I find it beautiful
The way you yawn
And you add that last note in
Your giggle when you’re nervous
Plays repeat in my head
Your hate for toes
You ask everyone to put socks on
And the silence that I’m sat in
Right now
Doesn’t seem that bad until
And the feeling of sadness
Within me
Doesn’t seem that bad until
And the urge for hugs
That I feel
Doesn’t seem bad until
And the emotion of missing you
That is constant
Doesn’t seem bad until
I look next to me and you’re not there.
—  I miss her.
i choose you

“finally.”

-riley-

“So are we boyfriend and girlfriend?” I giggle at Lucas after my mom tells us the third time that we were leaving.

“You wanna?” He recreates eighth grade, but adds a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“I really do.” I smile.

“Then you’re my girlfriend.” He intertwines his fingers with mine as we walk towards the bus.

“And you’re my boyfriend.” I grin and squeeze his hand. On our way to the bus, I start rocking our hands back and forth.

Lucas pulls me closer to him then twirls me before we get on the bus.

Ever since he said that we’d be together we both haven’t stopped smiling or giggling. Maybe this is what first love feels like and I’m not sure I want it to ever end.

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anonymous asked:

omg that last scene of beauty and the beast (the new one) belle is like "how about you grow a beard" and then they giggle and dan stevens does this playful growl thingy like that scene deserves a thousand smutty fics man omg.

ikr man I wasn’t expecting it but A+++++ GUYS THE IMPROVEMENT I WANTED OVER THE ORIGINAL FOR FUCKIGN SURE <33333

Omg can you ship me with B.A.P, Got7, Seventeen, Vixx and Highlight (Beast)? thank youuuu 💗💗💞 have a great day 💞

Hello there dear @oceaninsaturn ~ I’m more than happy to do that for you, I apologize for taking so long, and hope that you like who you are shipped with! I do want to add that we generally only allow three groups per request for future reference.

\*unicorn*/



B.A.P:

I ship you with…

Originally posted by youngjaaes

our lovable and sassy Youngjae! He’s a big marshmallow with so much love for you that even you won’t know how to react sometimes, but he’ll be sure to show you just how much you mean to him all the time.


GOT7:

I ship you with…

Originally posted by jaebumiie

our reliable leader JB! He’ll love to cuddle you up and hold you in his arms any chance he gets, rarely listening to the boy’s giggles and teasing but sometimes getting up to chase them around for being brats and giving you a good laugh.


SEVENTEEN:

I ship you with…

Originally posted by fabulous-girl-here

our sassy cutie pie Seungkwan! He’ll probably be a handful, but not in a bad way in more of the ‘look how cute he is’ and ‘he’s adorable right?’ kind of way because he’ll stutter around with English when trying to tell someone the right way to do something and he’ll make the cutest faces.


VIXX:

I ship you with…

Originally posted by ottokaji-vixx

our dimpled artwork Hongbin! He’s probably going to be a shy bean for a little while, but will soon open up and let you completely into his world and once you’re there he expects you to stay forever.


HIGHLIGHT:

I ship you with…

Originally posted by beastdw

our lovely leader Doojoon! He’ll be pretty playful and super easy to get along with, you guys rarely fighting, and he’s just gonna be the type of boyfriend that is also your bestfriend and the closest person to you mind, heat, soul.

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Imagine Natasha Being Your First Kiss

For Anon

Natasha and you have been dating for a long time now. But it’s never gotten beyond a hug or kiss on the cheek. You’re hesitant and she doesn’t want to push you.

“(Y/N) when can I give you a kiss goodnight?” Natasha inquires. The two of you stroll hand in hand one summer night after a pleasant date.

“Um…,” you trail off. You’ve never kissed a one before.

“No pressure I’m just curious,” Natasha adds quickly. You face her blushing and shrug.

“Whenever you want. I’ve just never kissed anyone before,” you explain nervously. Natasha looks at your face and giggles. “Don’t laugh!”

“No no I’m not laughing at you. You’re just so adorable!” Natasha exclaims and you blush brighter. Her hand comes up to cup your cheek and she smile.

“Are you gonna kiss me now?” you ask almost daring.

“If you’ll let me,” she says.

“I’m letting you,” you whisper. Natasha gently brings your face forward and leans in. Your lips meet gingerly and her hand goes to hold your neck. It’s sweet and loving. A perfect first kiss.

Drunk 3rd gym headcanons

I always wanted to post these haha add more if you like.

-Kenma’s very giggle when he’s drunk, but he also passes out a lot. He usually drinks sweet drinks.

-Hinata is a party boy at first but he ends up passing out on Kenma. He does shots.

-you can not fucking understand Lev. But if you listen closely you can tell he’s speaking in third person. He does shots with Hinata and drinks vodka mixes.

-Bokuto is your loud ass college party boy down to do anything with alcohol. He’s a beer pong god. He drinks anything.

-Akaashi dear god Akaashi. He’s very slutty when he’s drunk, he tries to make out with anyone near him and he has a loud awful laugh. He literally laughs at anything. He’s like his boyfriend drinks anything. He loves body shots.

-Tsuki is childish af. He’s super giggle and extremely friendly when drunk. He will literally start singing songs from Barney the dinosaur out of the nowhere ((Bokuto sings them with him)). He says yes to everything, Kuroo tries to stay sober because he said yes to a man who asked him if he was a hooker. He loves flavored vodka like if you try to take the bottle from him he’ll start to cry.

-Kuroo loves fucking girly fruity mixed drinks at first it’s beer but later on he’s noticeably gay. As much as he wants to get wasted with he’s friends he tries not to and become team dad. He makes sure Kenma doesn’t pass out on the floor or somewhere he can get hurt, makes sure Tsuki doesn’t agree to something horrible again or that Akaashi starts making out with some stranger. Bokuto and Lev haven’t done anything for he to watch them. He just sits and drinks his girly drinks.

-Tsuki puked on Kuroo’s neck once when he wanted to make out with him. Kuroo doesn’t want to make out with him when he’s drunk because A. It’s wrong to do sexual shit with someone who’s drunk and B. Tsuki always throws up a lot before passing out.

-Kuroo doesn’t want to get drunk because he makes bad decisions his first day at college he woke up wearing girl’s lingerie a bunny onesie with a butterfly tattoo on his ass and a certain somewhere pierced.

-hangovers are horrible for them except for Lev who wakes up like nothing happened. Kenma and Tsuki can sleep for a whole day and a half. Kuroo get headaches, Bokuto too. Akaashi fucking throws up a lot and sleeps the whole day. Hinata wakes up with no memory of what happened with a small headache.

anonymous asked:

I come home from work in an extremely teasy mood, desperate for your tickles. You're sitting on the couch trying to watch your favorite show, as I slowly slip my sneakers off revealing my feet with my pink socks, and I can see you trying not to notice. I know how much you want to tickle all along my bare soles but, me being such a tease I get a snack first watching you eye my feet from the other room then, I lay down on the couch next to you and place my socked feet on your lap -Ticklish Ler 🙃

Oh I love your pink socks and I know your cute nails are blue
I waste no time in removing your socks and just dragging one finger up and down your soles, one finger on each sole just up and down sending you absolutely crazy with cute giggles
I add more fingers as I spider tickle your soles exploring the arches, sides, tops, balls and under your toes so all of your feet are covered with my wiggly fingers

I know the arches are your worst spot so I spider tickle you right there before pulling out some feathers that would saw right between your cute toes and drag down your soles

Tickle tickle